As Edgar crept past in the rubbernecking traffic, he watched the stream of
blood pouring out of his partner's forehead and down the well-swept curb, as
though part of the poor fool were still trying to get away.

A dashing sheik in full regalia crept into the scene behind her and seized
her milky arms. Oh my! She collapsed in his grasp like a sail that has lost its
wind, and he took that opportunity to kiss her passionately on the mouth.

He watched three hazy figures disappear across the rice fields; only their dark
heads were visible, bobbing above the tall yellow crop that was almost ready to
harvest, until they reached the towering bamboo that marked the edge of the
buffalo track leading into Napo. Sitting back down, he picked up the handkerchief
again, this time to wipe away the blood that had already begun to trickle from
the wound on his head.